A/N: Hello and greetings! Someone challenged me to do this, and as I'm always up for a good challenge, so here we are! Pokemon as people. Not that whole fusion bit as seen in Pokemon Burst, or Monster Burst, or whatever the hell its called. Actually pokemon/people hybrids battling. I wondered about it for a good long while whether or not I would take the challenge, how I was going to do it, which direction I'd go, and finally, I decided on this.
Now, before we start, or after if you prefer, I suggest you go look up Poke People! 001-151 by Karina Zepeda on Youtube. THAT is what inspired me.
I've written some pretty ballsy and weird stuff before but this...
...this, my friends, I think, is something new. PLEASE BE NICE! IT'S MY FIRST STAB AT SOMETHING LIKE THIS! AS ALWAYS, VOTES AND IDEAS ARE APPRECIATED! I've decided to use a rough approximation of my name here rather than the full one, hope you don't mind! Sorry if its short, but this is only the beginning! It's going to get better and LONGER with each chapter! I was a bit embarrassed to write this so again, be nice!
"...that was anticlimactic, master."
"Hush up!"
~?
Starter
The world of Poke'mon has changed.
It used to be that they were just your average creatures, birds, rats, lizards, that sort of thing. Strange- unique, perhaps- but in a world where they dominated the land, seas and skies, you grew used to them. You'd catch them-raise them. Battle with them. Maybe even keep them as pets. Grow old alongside them. They were our friends, partners, rivals. And to us, they were just that; allies, comrades, but creatures nonetheless, animals who went back into their balls and were forgotten after the next battle.
Until the comet hit.
Now, I won't pretend to know what happened-I've never been the scientific type. Mom says it was a mutation of some sort. Maybe it was the radiation. Who knows? I only know that it happened. No one cared to think of the cause, until years later when the first signs began to appear. At first, it was business as usual. No one noticed that the Poke'mon themselves were the ones changing. After all, how could we? The shift was a slow and gradual one; it took decades-years before I was born, mind ya!-until mankind took notice and by then it was too late.
By then, most of the Pokemon had already changed.
By then, they weren't animals, not anymore. Not creatures, incapable of uttering little more than their names. Not quite human, either. They were hybrids. People.
People that were Pokemon.
The world changed surprisingly little with the arrival of these "Poke-People" as some called them. At first. What, were you expecting them to rise up and dominated man-kind or something? Not that some didn't try. It just...didn't go over well at first. Imagine if your dog suddenly started talking back to you. Imagine if it looked like you. That'd be a shock to anyone if it happened immediately. Except, this change took place over years and years of evolutionary alteration, right under our noses. As such, the discovery of the first Poke-human was still something of a shock.
Picture this, if you will.
If we're talking in terms of age, a Pikachu would be a child, no? And a Raichu, an adult. I'm told its like that because they age differently, although I don't really understand much of it. I've always been smart for my age, but let's face it, Professor Oak's better with this science stuff than me.
There's still so much we don't know about Pokemon and this startling change they've gone through. That they continue to go through.
They used to be rare.
Nowadays, you can't cross the street without seeing one.
Some are even trying to push for equal rights, claiming that they're people, men and women, just like others. That they shouldn't have to fight. Others would rather continue to battle like the old ways. A few elected to live in isolated communities. Still more opt to forsake their heritage entirely and live as-mostly-normal human beings. And the rest are just well...wild. Downright feral, I'm told. Aargh, wait, I know how that sounds! I'm not saying that all of them are of course; its just, there's bound to be some bad apples on even the healthiest tree.
Which is where I come in...
(...)
My name, is Ryan. I prefer Ray.
I'm ten years old. I live in Pallet Town. My favorite color is silver. My dream? To become a Pokemon Master like my father before me.
Oh, and more thing.
I. am. Late.
LATE!
So late!
Horribly! Terribly! Late!
Did I mention I was late?
No time to say hello, goodbye! I'm late, I'm late, LATE!
I'd woken with barely enough time to get out of my pajamas and throw on a tangled assortment of dark jeans and a faded grey shirt. I'd get the rest later I told myself. Assuming there was a later. Distantly, I wondered if I should have gone back for my watch. I liked that watch. Nope!
No time!
"Hi, mom! Bye mom!"
A flash of red hair registered in my peripherals, and then I was gone.
"Wait, sweetie! You forgot your-
"Notimegottagoloveyabye!"
I sped down the stairs and hurtled through the kitchen, pausing just long enough to snatch a piece of toast, and bolted out the door. Every second spent dallying was another I'd lost, another I'd never get back. Move it you slacker! This what you get for staying up all night! My pulse pounded in the back of my brain like the drums of a great hunt out for blood as I flung myself around the nearest corner. My foot caught on something to my dismay and I stumbled, nearly fell, but kept moving.
LATE!
And all the while it just kept right on going; a steady thump-thump-thump that reminded just how tardy I was. Why the hell hadn't I set my alarm?! Wait, did I even have an alarm? Bah, details! Didn't matter! All that DID matter was how quickly I made it! Despite my own fears of being tardy, however, it was a remarkably short run to the lab.
Skidding to a halt before the doors to the lab, I took a moment to compose myself.
Then I flung them open so hard the hinges rattled.
"Professor!" I rasped! "Sorry...I'm late!"
A sharp voice greeted me in rebuke for my tardiness.
"I'm afraid you're more than late, my boy!"
I fought down a cringe as I hurried to the back of the lab-sure enough, the professor was there, looking quite harried in fact. His lab coat was in tatters, his hair frazzled, an almost irritated look in those ordinary placid eyes.
...I'm too late, aren't I?"
"I'm afraid so. There's nothing left." he gestured to the table, where not a single red-white sphere awaited. "The others all picked up their Pokemon early this morning." His usual calm countenance appeared to be just a little ruffed this morning; as if a vulpix had gotten into the proverbial henhouse. Ordinarily I would've asked what was bothering him so, but my mind was decidedly elsewhere. For instance, the distinct lack of of bloody pokeballs and the fact that I'd royally SCREWED myself by sleeping in!
"What?!"
"Yup." the professor nodded tiredly, yawning. "Even gave away a Pikachu to Ash about two hours ago."
"Seriously?!" a stray strand of dark hair fell into my eyes and aggravated, I blew it away. "Even HE got here before me?!
"Indeed.
"Well, darn."
"Honestly," Oak griped, "You're probably better off without one." Before I could hope to interrupt, he was off. "Ever since these "hybrids" started popping up, everyone's gone gaga over Pokemon. Ordinarily that'd make me happy, but now...now its as if they only care about appearances don't respect the poor thing's feelings anymore! Why, back in my day-!"
"Um, professor?" I ventured hesitantly, wary of interrupting his rant. "
The look he gave me was good reason!
"I told you, I don't!"
"Oh, c'mon!" I begged! "I'm not like that, but I NEED a Pokemon! This is my dream we're talking about, here! You must have one, Professor! Any one will do!"
"Hmm? Ah, right! I do have this." Shuffling over to a nearby computer, he inputted a series of commands. Within moments it dinged and a Pokeball materialized in his palm. "Here. Caught it on a lark yesterday. If you really need a Pokemon...I suppose I can give you her. However! You have to promise to take care of her and respect her!"
In my haste, I really should've thought about that before answering.
"Yes, I promise! Wait. Her?"
Too late, the ball was flung!
"Here you go!"
A flash of light encapsulated the room in a bright surge of white radiance.
It took me a moment to realize that I should have been looking down, instead of up. A small fist tugged on my pant leg, questing for attention. I glanced southward, frowning.
A tiny squeak of a voice greeted me.
...'llo."
I immediately found myself staring into a pair of blank, red eyes and a heart-shaped face wreathed by dark indigo hair. Spiny little ears sprouted from. Her small body wreathed in a light violet dress with what I swore were white bloomers. All-in-all the little tyke's head ears and all, barely came up to my waist. And I wasn't exactly the tallest ten-year-old to begin with. Heck, she didn't even look a day over five. Perhaps that was her level? I distantly recalled my uncle telling me that one's level didn't always match their inherent age. Still, even I knew what I was looking at.
A female Nidoran.
She was so small! So friggin' cute!
"I'll take her!" my gaze snapped back to the petite entity before me, but her innocuous gaze hadn't changed in the least. "Okay, wait, that came out SO wrong...
"Are you my master?"
Despite having heard of it before, it was another matter to actually hear this small, ethereal creature actually speak to me.
"I...ah...well!"
"Ahem!" Professor Oak coughed loudly into a clenched fist, demanding my attention. "Right, then." Before I knew what was happening, he thrust a small red machine into my hands, and a series of six balls. "Here's your Pokedex and Pokeballs. Catch as many pokemon as you can and record them in that Pokedex." he summarized with all the speed of Swift. "Now, off with you!" in that moment he sounded like a man who was very much at the end of a badly frayed rope and wanted nothing more than to call it a day, then turn in. Which was slightly confusing, considering it was well past morning by now.
My gaze flicked back to Nidoran.
"Well, ah...pleased to meet you." I offered my hand. "Hope we can work well together."
Nidoran beamed.
Then she bit down on my hand.
HARD.
My eye twitched.
Fuck my life.
That was my last thought before I fainted.
A/N: Aaaaaaand there we have it! I decided to go the unconventional route this time around. Hope ya'll like it! For ideas of what I'm working with, I strongly suggest looking up what I told ya'll to do in the author's note above. So...
...In the Immortal Words of Atlas...
...Review...Would You Kindly?
And of course, enjoy the preview! Hope it makes you smile!
(Preview)
"Metapod, use harden!"
I twitched.
"Are...are you serious, right now?"
"MAXIMUM HARDNESS, METAPOD!"
"For crying out-that's not doing anything!"
R&R~!
